40 Below lyrics

Artist  : David Lee Roth 
Song : 40 Below



 Send "40 Below" Ringtone to your Cell 

 So the lone ranger rides again

I'm gonna blow by you

Like a frozen cold freight train

I'll freeze the smile on your face

Go back, Hell no!

I just pulled up

An' lil Jack frost

Gonna bite your little butt

So honey cut to the chase

Well your famous last words

Are a hard act to follow

An' too much heat

Is too hard to swallow

Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn
cold



Call me 40 Below

Cos I'm cold

One kiss of my lips and a storm begins

Give it up, honey, can't race the wind

Good lookin' here I go



Well call me 40 Below

Well, I could take a little cold shot

And try an' ease your situation

I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby

So dig on my refrigeration

Shiverin' a-shakin'

Yeah, the whole routine

You get a fast crash course

in air conditioning

Yeah, my freezer's just hummin'

Stick your face in the artic blast

An' tell everybody they can kiss my ass, oh
yeah

'Cause the ice-man's comin'

I'll give you bright red cheeks

An' a runny nose

Like when the car don't start

An' yo' booty's froze

It's like you been here before

Well, honey, whattya know...Ho Ho Ho!



Well, call me 40 Below

An' I'm cold, yeah

One kiss of my lips and a storm begins

Give it up, honey, can't race the wind

Good lookin' here I go



Call me 40 Below

An' I'll be whippin' in your window

I'll be lickin' round your knees

I can drop below zero any moment, baby

I'm talkin' forty degrees...

Ah yeah!

So if you seein' down my backstreets

I suggest you button up

I don't think ya wanna test me, mama

I'm a tough little fart, wow!

Famous last words

Are a hard act to follow

An' too much heat

Is too hard to swallow

Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn
cold



Call me 40 Below

And I'm cold

One kiss of my lips and a storm begins

Give it up, honey, can't race the wind

Good lookin' here I go



Well call me 40 Below

An' I'm cold

One kiss of my lips and a storm begins

Give it up, honey, can't race the wind

Good lookin' here I go



Well call me 40 Below

Feelin' so cold

Button up mama

Yeah, you'd better zip it back up

Stamp my feet

Clap your hands together

Yeah, and pray for sunny weather

Don't light that match no!

I'm melting

You're a horrible, horrible girl...